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This story is written in collaboration with my friend Fred in Norway and it is completely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions and BDSM activities between a young man (18 when the story begins) and older men.
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COLIN'S NEW ADVENTURES
Chapter 29
"I've never seen that lad so at home in a stranger's house," Bill commented to his two hosts sitting by the table in Uncle George's cosy sitting room after a very solid lunch. The homemade venison pie had been perfect, and so had the local beer. Young Colin had chosen ginger ale today, not just one bottle, and now he was running to and from the kitchen, close to the 79 year old George - Boyd and Doug's uncle, and the owner of the cottage they were about to visit for the weekend.
More than once Bill, who had a clear view into the kitchen, saw the older gentleman put his hand underneath Colin's kilt and play with his naked buttocks.
"Sorry but we will have a small delay today, guys. I have to get the petrol pump for the van repaired. That means we must make a detour to the garage in the next village before we go into the wilderness." Boyd spoke as he rose from the table after a nice cup of tea. "We can buy the provisions for our trip at the same time. Are you ready folks?"
"Are you coming back here before we leave for the cottage?" Colin asked. "If so, I would like to stay with Uncle George. If you allow me, sir?" Colin was very close to the old man who put his hand on the lad's head.
"It will be a pleasure, young man. Not often I have such young company in the house."
"Okay for me if it's okay for you, sir." Colin saw Bill roll his eyes in mock disbelief.
Boyd and Doug gave each other some small glances. "There's been sex in the air for the last hour," Boyd said to his brother when they headed for the van. "That man is incredible," Boyd said rather loudly.
"And so is that son of mine!" Bill confirmed.
"I have to...pee, sir. Too much ale today," Colin said when the van left the road outside.
"Please don't sir me. Just call me Uncle George, son. I will show you the bathroom. It's at the rear of the house, off the kitchen."
George opened the door to a very modern bathroom, and was about to leave when Colin said, "A real man never pisses alone, one of my mates said the other day. Please stay, Uncle George."
George closed the door behind him and sat down on a low bench. Colin went to the toilet and opened the seat, but hesitated. "I think you better take off that kilt, son, and if you please the rest as well. I didn't see much of you that Sunday at the cottage. And my eyes are a bit weak so I must use my hands as a supplement to really see your young body."
Colin was naked in seconds and went very close up to Uncle George. "Please look as much as you want," Colin said. "But be careful so I don't piss on you. I really need to empty very soon."
George used his old hands all over the young body. Not a single spot was left untouched. Colin's nipples were toyed with, and the old man knew how to torment a young man's balls without doing any pain to his stones. He used his hands inside the upper legs of the boy and with wet fingers he examined his already quite wet and open hole. When George started work on Colin's erection and collected his dripping pre-cum and put it in his mouth, Colin was about to cum in his hands and had to concentrate to stop himself.
"I have to piss now," Colin said. He withdrew a little.
"Let me help you," the older man said. "You are so hard that your flow will be nearly like an old man's. Please give it to me, son. Give me your golden juice." He pulled the boy against himself, opened his mouth and let him start. Colin was as careful as he could but the pressure was difficult to control. However the older man took every drop from Colin's cock without hesitation.
When Colin had finished George went on sucking the stiff cock and balls, even putting fingers up his arsehole. Colin closed his eyes and was very close to heaven. But he managed to take a break. "May I suck you now, Uncle George?" Colin had a hand around George's wet cockhead.
"I am not so keen on the modern passion for sucking, but I would love an old-fashioned fuck." Uncle George grinned.
"Nothing better," said the young naked man and lifted Uncle George's kilt. "You want me to ride you, sir?" Colin was still very polite.
"Let me wet you first, son. Turn around please." George was very careful. He used spit and then some cream to prepare Colin for his cock.
Colin remembered from their previous meeting that George was big, but not as big as Bill, so he wasn't afraid when he mounted George and let him put his pretty big cockhead inside his sphincter. The problem was that Colin spunked at once. "I'm cumming sir, sorry sir!" he cried. He spunked when George's cock pressed against his prostate on the way into his body. But George had felt this from the very beginning, so he cupped Colin's cock and took care of a large amount of boy cream. Not a single drop went outside the older man's mouth.
"Just go on Sir, I can take more. Fuck me even harder," Colin almost shouted. He never really went flaccid after the eruptions and Uncle George gave him stroke after stroke all the way to bottom. Just minutes later his cock was as hard as when he started, and the strangest thing happened. He came again. "I'm cumming again, Uncle George. You make me crazy." He felt the older man fill him with warm cream just as he erupted for the second time. He held his arms tight around George and kissed him with passion. Later Colin fell down on his knees and put the older man's cock in his mouth and sucked him clean.
When the three men returned from their trip to the neighbouring village, Colin and Uncle George were sitting at the table with tea and some cakes.
"Okay Colin, you have to say goodbye now," Bill said. "We hope to settle into the cottage before it turns dark."
"You had a good time, Colin?" Bill asked on his way back to the van.
"Very. Uncle George was very nice to me."
"Is that why your sweater is now inside out and you no longer have the belt on your kilt?" Bill was grinning.
"You see Daddy, it doesn't matter because Uncle George has to look with his hands!" Colin grinned back. Bill just shook his head.
There was still a feeling of summer when they left the main road and turned onto the narrow gravel road for the cottage. From this distance they had a very nice view to the loch and Bill was very excited. It was his first visit to this area in many years and he felt very comfortable with the company. Boyd was doing a good job both as a driver and a guide.
Another reason for being excited was the lad and the man in the backseat. Bill checked them from time to time in the rear view mirror, and the two kilted ones did not wait long after they left the village before they found their love poles under the kilts. It wasn't Colin who started the show this time, but Doug who had sported an 8 inch (20 cm) very willing cock ever since he lifted his kilt a little and placed Colin's small hand on his balls.
"Looks like a fire ahead," Boyd said, looking at the smoke showing up through the trees when they were close to the cottage.
"It might be a campfire," said Bill who had a better view from his side of the car. "I can see some people there."
Colin felt a bit disappointed when he saw that there was a group of men sitting around a campfire in the middle of the yard. He had hoped for an evening with just the three grown-ups in the van.
Four huge motorbikes were parked outside the fence. "It's probably a second cousin of ours from Glasgow and his biking friends. They belong to a rather tough motor club. Nice guys though. They visit the area here from time to time, but they always used to ask uncle George for permission," Boyd said. "Probably just a day trip. They never stay in the cottage."
"There's a boy placed in the pillory," Colin pointed out very excitedly. "And another guy cuffed over by the wash house." Colin nearly whispered to Bill because the whole scene was a bit surrealistic, and very unexpected. It was still sunny and not really cold for this late part of the year. The two lads nearly naked, shirtless and just wearing dirty baggy boxers would be feeling it cold though.
"What's going on here?" Boyd asked when he entered the yard and stood in front of a tall, shirtless man wearing leather trousers, boots and a black harness. All the four men around the campfire were dressed like this, and they stood up to greet the arrivals.
"We are having our annual ceremony for new members in our junior club, Boyd. This is a perfect place for guys to show that they are tough enough for membership. They have just started driving heavier bikes and are eager to show that they belong to the club," the man in his early sixties said as he greeted Boyd with a formal handshake.
"Sorry that we haven't talked to George this time. There never used to be visitors at the cottage this time of the year. We have not been inside the cottage, but we've arranged for hot water. It's as hot as a sauna inside that wash house." The man was talking direct to Boyd. "We are nearly ready to end our stay so I hope we will not disturb too much."
"Please meet the other guys. Two of them are godparents for the lads." The man introduced the three other men, all of them around forty or fifty. "Sit down guys and take a beer." He pointed at the log seats around the fire.
"But what about the lads?" Bill asked. "It's quite cold and they are almost naked."
"They are coping well, sir. Just two tasks left and then they will be marked. That's what they are waiting for!" One of the men grinned, and they all raised their bottles.
Colin was not comfortable as he sat between Bill and Doug. "You allowed to drink beer, kid?" One of the men handed Colin a bottle. He blushed, but Bill put a hand on his knee as to calm him down. He knew his young man's temper and knew that Colin could be very direct in speaking if he saw injustice or felt insulted.
"Take it easy, son. Let Boyd handle this," Bill whispered to Colin.
"But those lads have been heavily beaten, Dad. Have you seen the marks on their backs?"
Bill had seen that the boys had been beaten, probably with belts, but it was more dirt than marks on their skin. "I'm guessing it's more show than reality," he thought but he was not certain.
Colin looked at the men around him and wasn't sure if he liked them or not. He had to admit that the very mature men had nice hairy bodies and their tight leather outfits showed off very sexy bulges. The reason for Colin's dripping cock, even now in this rather odd situation, was that where he sat he had a very direct view to Boyd's cock and balls. The man he hoped would fuck him hard during the weekend sat like a real man with his legs spread and his kilt wide open. Colin used an elbow in Bill's side; now Bill was the one blushing. He knew very well what Colin meant and adjusted his own growing one.
"Okay guys." The oldest man stood up, found a tawse, and handed it to one of the younger men. "Five hard strokes on bare buttocks, and no mercy, and no screaming guys! You know what all this is about." His voice was heavy and commanding. "Let's show these college guys what we are made of."
The lad in the pillory was the first. The man with the tawse went up to him, used one hand to pull his head upwards by they hair. "Let's see you show the correct attitude, boy." Then he tugged down his underwear, and used his booted feet to spread the lad's legs wide apart. Then he started to beat him with heavy strokes. The boy counted. The sound from the tawse hitting the pale skin and the boy's counting were the only sounds in the yard. When the fifth stroke landed on the already tender buttocks, the boy screamed. "You didn't count, boy." The man was tough and used his force once more.
"Five," the boy nearly shouted through gritted teeth and wet eyes.
"Good boy." The man used his hand and touched the lad's swollen butt. "You took it well!" He handed the tawse to one of the other men.
The pair went up to the young red-haired boy who was cuffed to a cross on the wall. Colin shivered when he saw one man pull out a big knife, but soon understood that it was just to cut the boxers off the boy. Two cuts and the boy was totally naked. From the side Bill and Colin could see a beautiful guy with a big flaccid cock in the middle of a bush of red pubic hair.
"Face the wall boy, and push your arse out." The boy did as he was told. The man with the tawse spread the strokes a bit, so this boy's butt was not as red as his mate's. But when the last heavy stroke landed, just at the same spot as the first one, he howled. However he was able to shout out the final number.
"Ok, boys, you are doing well. Just one more task and you are ready for the marking," the oldest man proclaimed. "Untie them!"
The two naked boys were nearly pushed over to the campfire. Everybody could see that they felt uncomfortable being naked, and did what they could to cover their dicks with their hands. "Turn around and show your bodies," the speaker went on.
"Here you see real guys, school kid," one of the men grinned when talking to Colin.
Bill knew what was going to happen. When looking at Colin, he saw the young man from the nightclub in Grand Canaria, a humiliated young man, not at all happy to be called a school kid in front of the group.
Colin stood up with great force. Bill tried to stop him, but in vain. The young man went over to the two poles standing close to the camp fire. "Please find your cuffs Boyd and cuff me tight. Will you strip me Doug, please?" Colin had a very grown up voice, very clear, nearly hypnotic. Bill was not at all happy.
"Please, Dad. Show these guys what this school kid of yours is made of." Colin was ready.
Doug stripped the young man completely. The small, but well trimmed body, coiled like a spring when he was cuffed and hanging between the poles. It was strange for Bill to see him nearly flaccid in a situation like this. He would normally have sported a solid erection. Doug nearly fainted at the sight and had to grab his stiff cock so as not to make a fool of himself.
"Go on, Dad. Use the tawse. Ten strokes, okay?" He looked straight at the oldest man, who for once looked a bit uncertain and just swallowed.
Bill was in a way happy for the old-fashioned tawse. He knew how to use it, letting the viewers believe he used full force by making a good sound, but still not make any real marks on the skin. But if he made a mistake there could be blood and heavy bruising. Bill looked furious when he lifted his arm, but Colin knew it was just acting. His dad would never hurt him in a situation like this.
Nothing but the sound of the belt and Colin's counting were heard. "Please stop, Bill. You're hurting him!" Doug shouted after five strokes. Bill went behind Colin and soothed his pink bum. "Nice job so far," he whispered to Colin.
"Five more strokes," Colin was still very clear in his voice. The sound of the belting here in the forest was electric, and the two boys closed their eyes.
After nine strokes Bill went over to Colin again and smiled to him. He saw that Colin now was sporting a heavy, dripping erection. "Cover up your cock when you are released, baby. This is not a porn show," Bill whispered to his son.
"Okay Dad, but then you have to give me a real one at the end instead of just teasing me," Colin responded. Maybe Colin afterwards regretted that remark, because the tenth stroke created a dark red mark all across his now dark pink arse cheeks. But he still had an erection to cover when Boyd released him.
"Ok guys, we have to finish. The sun is getting low." The oldest man took control back. "We move on to the last task. The temperature in the pond is 8 degrees. Perfect. Very good for a swim, don't you think? Maybe something for you as well?" He looked at Colin, but the boy was very calm now, just smiling at his audience and not at all afraid of the cold water. Even Bill was very calm now. He would like to see a boy that could beat Colin in the water just now.
They all went to the small pier. "About 150 metres across the pond Ð two lengths Ð 300 metres. Go on!"
Colin took a look at the two boys beside him, still trying to cover up their dicks. "No need to cover up in this temperature," Colin joked. "Our dicks will disappear as soon as we are in the water." The redhead with the beautiful face and quite long dick smiled. The blond guy did not even look at Colin. Even though he was well equipped, he was probably unhappy to show that he was shaven down below.
"Ready, steady, GO!" One of the men shouted. Three boys dived into the very cold water, Colin elegant as a seal, the two others really working to do the job. Colin felt pity for them so he slowed down and let the two start on the return first. Then he put on some effort in the middle of the pond, and was up on the pier before the two others ended the race. He reached out his hands and helped them up. "Well done, guys. Damn cold, eh?"
"Come here, guys. No arguments. Come with me all of you," Doug raised his voice for the first time, hugged the three boys and took them into the sauna-like wash house where he put them in the huge sink together and started to wash them in the hot water. The soaping made the hurt youngsters scream, but Doug carried on and the guys calmed down after a while in the warm room.
"Have another beer guys, and let the boys relax a little," Doug said when he came back to the campfire alone.
"What are they doing in there?" Bill whispered to Doug.
"I'll give you three guesses," Doug answered with a huge grin.
Bill did not continue. His eyes looked at the glowing tool lying in the flames. "Do they really intend to brand this guys with an iron rod? Crazy!" he thought.
The three young men came from the wash house, warm and elated, all with a towel around their private parts. Colin sat down beside Bill, but the two biker boys just stayed beside the fire.
"Well, boys. We did not know that we would have guests today, but now we have come to the finale. All of the members from our club know that a member is marked forever. I got my mark 45 years ago in an event like this." The older man pulled down his leather pants, turned around and showed his naked butt. On the left buttock was a scar formed like an upside down T inside a pentagon, about the size of an old 50 pence coin. No doubt that the scar was made by burning.
The boys did not show any emotion. "Lie down over the logs guys, bottoms up. Hold the boys' arms," the man commanded. Then he took the glowing tool from the flames and went over to the waiting young ones. Colin took Bill's hand and closed his eyes. He felt the smell of burning skin, but heard no screaming.
Colin opened his eyes and saw that the boys' butts were as before. In the last seconds before the branding instrument touched the boy's skin the direction was changed and the instrument was placed on a piece of leather.
"Please get up, guys. This branding is just symbolic. Here you have the memory of this day," the speaker handed them the club symbol just burned in animal skin. "Take the symbol with you and you are given the right to get this as a tattoo on your left buttock. You deserve it."
"What did you do inside the washing room while we waited for you?" Bill asked Colin when the bikers were riding down the gravel road.
"I sucked the boys of course. They nearly begged me," Colin was smiling from ear to ear.
"And you?" Bill continued.
"Nothing, so I am horny as a devil now. I can't wait to be fucked," Colin went on. Boyd passed and had to hear what Colin said to his Dad.
"Just wait until we have had some dinner, and you will get a night to remember," was Boyd's promise for the young man. "Please go with Doug and organise some more wood, both for the indoor and the outdoor fireplace. And please make the zinc tub ready for us."
"No midges today," Boyd said to Bill. "So I think we can eat out by the campfire tonight, even if it will be quite cold when the sun goes down. Maybe we could tease the young man a little before he gets what he wants. I went to a pornshop in London and I've brought some heavy vibrators." Bill grinned and nodded and lifted the glass of welcome whisky.
"I love your body, Doug." Colin was standing beside his host. "To look at you when you use the axe on those big logs make me horny as hell here. Please take your shirt off and let me see your muscles." Colin was so close that he could touch the man. Doug was flattered and was soon shirtless. The fair trimmed body hair and the short red hair on his head, shone like copper in the evening sunshine. The work with the heavy axe made his body glisten.
"Please bring some wood inside for the fireplace, and help me with the water afterwards." Doug was very happy to have Colin's the company.
"Food will be ready in twenty minutes," Colin told Doug when he came into the still warm washing house where the man had put more wood on the fire.
Colin closed the door and put his arms around Doug's waist. "Please fuck me, Doug. Please fuck me now, I can«t wait to have your cock inside me. We can manage before dinner." Colin kissed the man's sweaty chest and put a hand under Doug's kilt, squeezing his semi-hard cock. "I have longed for you since we had our morning fuck in the ruins, and the biker kids gave me nothing back." Colin had undressed Doug while talking.
"But maybe your Dad has other plans for tonight," Doug said.
"Hopefully both Boyd and Daddy are planning something, but I just want your beautiful cock inside me," said Colin. Doug now sported a super erection, manipulated by Colin's hands. "We won't tell them. Doug. Let's make this a foreplay just for us," Colin was naked too. The belting had made him red, but his body was all ready for hot sex. "Don't you want me?" Colin looked with young lust into Doug's eyes. Colin had from the very first moment in the club fancied those eyes. Doug's twin brother was probably more manly, but Doug had beautiful eyes like the eyes of a deer, and long eyelashes like a young girl.
Doug kissed his young admirer with passion. Colin, the master of seduction, forgot everything around him when Doug laid him down at the old washing table, turned his legs upwards and started to rim his arse and his young arsehole.
"Go on, Doug. We have to make it fast, please fuck me without more preparation. I've been ready for hours." Colin was very impatient. The very careful Doug used spit and fingers before he pulled the foreskin all back from his beautiful cockhead and pushed his 8 inch (20 cm) cock all the way into the boy's waiting love hole. Colin groaned, and so did Doug. "Crazy," Colin said, "just a crazy feeling. Let your cock fill me, press even more, even a bit more!"
Colin pressed back and tightened his arse muscles around Doug's cock like a clamp. "If you go on like this I will spunk before I start to move," Doug grinned. He took Colin's legs and pushed them above the boy's head, and then pushed his cock even deeper, and deeper. He crossed the line between pain and lust so he had to move back a little.
Doug pulled his cockhead almost outside and then he pushed back again, all the way. Five times, and then he could not hold back any longer. He pushed his sore cock all the way into the lad and erupted while he roared, "You kill me Colin, you really do!"
Colin answered by crying, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming." Doug managed to collect most Colin's white boycream, and licked his hand before pulling out. When Colin took care of the softening cock with his mouth, Doug purred like a cat, standing with his eyes closed.
Inside the cottage Boyd looked at Bill with a broad smile. The pair in the washhouse did not know how easy the sound was transmitted there in the wilderness. "I think my brother got what he wanted just now. It's not often he is the stallion. Now he will be ready to show off his own hole for the rest of the evening. You go and fuck him, Bill. He's good, even if he is a bit old for you!"
Bill smiled. He already had some fantasies about a fuck with the silent twin, while the brother and his own son were present.
Sitting on sheepskins around the open fire, eating a deer stew homemade by Uncle George, was like a fairy-tale for the lowlanders. "I'm sorry that Uncle George is not here with us. The food we brought from him is heavenly." Colin was painting with words again.
"Good for us that he stayed at home. If he had been here you wouldn't have given us much time, would you, baby? Uncle would have eaten you alive, complete with skin and hair." Boyd smiled as he hugged Colin tightly.
"Can we see him tomorrow then?" Colin asked.
"Guess we can make a stop on way back," Boyd smiled.
"George doesn't fuck on Sundays," Doug was laconic as usual.
"Not between ten and noon anyway! Cheers for him and his food," Boyd raised his bottle of beer, his third with the meal. Even the easy drinker Bill had taken more beers than he usually did.
"It's going to be a wet night," Colin thought.
The campfire, the food and the beer made the four very relaxed, a bit too relaxed Colin thought. He had started playing with his own stiff and dripping cock again, very easy available under the kilt. Coffee and another whisky for the older ones, but now the young one wanted action. "If Uncle George had been here, he would have fucked me by now," Colin proclaimed.
"Guess you are right," Boyd said, "Why don't you show off your goodies for us now?"
Colin was easy to persuade. Despite it being cold outside he pulled off his sweater and his t-shirt and, wearing just his kilt, he started to dance. Very soon he stripped off the kilt as well, leaving his heavy boots as his only covering. In the light from the flames, he was a dream when he started to play with himself. The men saw an elf in front of them, a supernatural figure, using his hands on his own body. Starting with his nipples and then hugging himself with his eyes closed, Colin lowered his hands and started a job on his balls. He put fingers in his arsehole, doing movements like a worm. He stayed away from his dripping cock though, as if he wanted to save something as a sort of finale. The three onlookers had found their own very stiff cocks and did nothing to hide what they were doing.
"I think we have to give this guy some help now," Boyd said. "Bill, do you think we can bind him to the poles again? Not too cold is it?"
"We have to keep him hot then!" Bill answered. He took Colin and placed him between the two poles.
Boyd cuffed both of Colin's arms and his legs and made him hang as if on a St Andrew's cross, then he blindfolded him. "Find the play tools Doug, bring the whole bag."
Bill went up to Colin and gave him his lips, then he whispered, "No more whipping today, son. You have had enough of that these last two weekends. And next Saturday Kasim will be around remember!" Colin grinned.
The sight was stunning, the naked Colin between the pools, completely open, coloured by the flames from the fire and the black forest around. The yard was like a scene from a movie, a scary one. Colin was bound up and casting long shadows.
Doug was back and he couldn't wait for the others. He went up to Colin and started to lick him, first on his nipples, then on his throat, and up to his ears, before he gave Colin his tongue. And Colin responded. They tongue fucked each other like crazy. Then Doug stripped, both his shirt and his kilt, and rubbed against Colin's young body with his own lightly haired body.
Boyd looked at Bill. "I don«t think they need us. I have never seen my brother like this. His is hornier than I have ever seen him. Maybe we could do our own show Bill?" He went up to the man he met for the first time this morning and placed his hand around Bill's balls and cock.
Bill answered by putting his hand beneath Boyd's kilt and found a fully erect cock waiting for action. "Any time friend, any time," he said.
Boyd opened the bag and found three vibrators. "You think we can get this boy to multi-orgasm?" He looked at Bill.
"He can do that, yes. Once when he was younger I made him cum eight times during a day's session in the playroom, and still he came again when I fucked him at bedtime."
"You two into some sort of "good old days" char or will something happen here soon?" Colin was very impatient. He didn't say but he had to piss soon too.
Doug chose a golden metallic vibrator and Boyd gave Bill a small very flexible vibrator with a handle, mainly for putting into the arse hole to stimulate the prostate directly. Boyd chose for himself a big vibrator that looked like an old-fashioned microphone.
"I thought that was an instrument for women." Bill grinned.
"You sure?" Boyd pressed the button and placed the top of the vibrator directly on Bill's balls.
Bill jumped. "Slow it down, man. That will crack your nuts at full speed."
Doug started to use the metallic vibrator on Colin's nipples. He made his tits wet first using his own spit. He also used some of Colin's dripping pre-cum as lubrication. Colin's tits went erect like small cocks. The young man groaned loudly.
Boyd worked on Colin's body with the big vibrator `bullet'. He turned down the speed on Bill's advice but when he used it on the inner part of Colin's upper legs and then touched his balls, the young man started whining. The cock massage with the huge vibrator was almost more than Colin could take. He started to whimper so Boyd changed to a lower speed.
Boyd then used two fingers to press Colin's foreskin all back and pulled the cock upwards before he asked Bill to use the tip of the prostate vibrator on the lad's glans and string. Colin cried and tried to pull his cock away, but Boyd held him and Bill continued, noticing that the young one was about to cum.
The men wanted the boy to last a bit longer so they slowed down a little before they went on. Boyd let go of the cock for a while. Bill went to Colin's rear and rubbed his arse with the soft jelly-like vibrator. Then he put it in his own mouth to wet it, before using it to penetrate the boy. He knew exactly how to find Colin's prostate and put some pressure on the vibrator.
All this, the nipple play from Doug, the ball play by Boyd, and then at last the arse fuck by Bill's vibrator was too much for the hanging boy. "I have to cum. I have to cum now!" Colin cried out.
"Take it easy boy, take it easy," Doug was almost crying too. He was kneeling in front of Colin just when the first spurt came. He caught it with his head and opened his mouth to receive Colin's white cream. Bill continued to vibrate his prostate. But then something unexpected happened. Colin's spunking did not stop. They saw that the boy now was pissing, not in one stream, but in spurts as when he emptied his balls. Boyd took Colin's dick and made the piss reach his brother's head and even his open mouth. None of the men had seen an eruption like this before.
"Sorry guys, I could not hold it back," Colin said.
"Sorry?" You were great." Boyd removed Colin's blindfold. He grinned when he saw the naked, totally soaked man in front of him.
Boyd had started his vibrator again, and so had Bill. Colin whined, but he did not ask them to stop. For the twins it was strange to see that Colin never lost his erection, and that he still dripped from time to time, both cum and piss.
Doug, still on his knees, bent forward and put Colin's dick inside his mouth, sucking and licking. He even tried to open Colin's piss-slit and penetrate it with the tip of his tongue. And Colin could do more.
"If you want to see me cum again, you must fill me up. I need real stuff now," he said. "I want to be fucked, I want to be fucked hard. And bite my tits instead of this teasing," he continued.
Bill put his fingers in his mouth, then he put them in Colin's mouth, and at last he spat on them and started a finger-fuck with two fingers all inside Colin's arse hole. He asked Colin to push back and open up, then he inserted one finger more. "Try the fourth Daddy, think I can take more today." Colin howled when Bill used his four big fingers inside him, then he relaxed. "I desperately need a cock now, folks." Colin looked around.
Boyd stripped off his kilt, and looked at Bill who nodded. "Lick me up, Bro." Doug had to switch from Colin's small cock to Boyd's 8 inches (20 cm).
Colin took Boyd's cock easily and Bill went in front to help Colin stay comfortable between the poles while being fucked.
Boyd wasn't very happy with his own work. He was almost too horny and couldn't last long. Very suddenly he withdrew his wet cock from Colin and used his hand, wanking his spunk into his brother's waiting mouth. The man was even more soaked.
"I have to piss," Bill shouted.
"Cut me down please," Colin begged. "I want to have it, Daddy.
"Untie him." Bill looked at Boyd who very quickly uncuffed the boy and pushed him down on his knees in front of Bill.
Bill didn't wait long. Even very horny he managed to send his yellow fluid all over the waiting beauty in front of him. A short while later Boyd started to piss, and then from the other side Doug joined in. Colin grinned, happy for the beers coming back to him from all three men.
As a sort of signal Colin looked at Bill and opened his mouth. The other guys understood that this was an exclusive invitation and when Bill filled his son's mouth with his golden liquid, the others concentrated their spray on his upper body and his cock.
When all three were finished Colin lay down on the grass. He had still some piss left and managed to reach both his head and his open mouth. Then the young man started to wank. The three around did not interrupt this time. They just stared at the young boy who with great technique had sex with himself, involving his nipples, his balls, his arsehole and his mouth and lips. In the end he lifted his hips and with a roar he sent his white spunk up in the air. Then all was silent. Doug fell down on his knees and collected every white drop with his mouth and tongue, and then shared it with the nearly exhausted boy.
"Come on, guys. Who's first in the pond?" Boyd shouted. In the glow from the campfire four naked men jumped into the cold water. Just a few minutes later they were back on dry land. Boyd carried Colin, and all four hurried the sauna- like wash house.
"Now we need a whisky." Boyd passed a bottle from man to man. Even Colin took some, but he remembered the last visit in the cottage and was very careful. Both Boyd and Colin were very relaxed in the warm and quite dark room but Bill and Doug still showed off heavy tools even after their dip in the cold pond.
The four males were sitting in the cosy cottage looking at the open fire. In the warm cottage Colin stayed naked and the older men had only put on very loose boxers. Colin was sitting close to Boyd covered by a light blanket, and Bill was sitting beside Doug.
Colin knew that Bill hadn't cum since the visit to the ruins this morning and was quite sure that his Dad would be happy for a bit more play. He crept up to his dad and lover and sat down on his lap. Then he whispered in his ear. "Fuck him, Daddy. I want to see you fuck Doug. He's so hot, and he's so kind. You'll love him!" Both brothers heard every word in the small cottage, and they smiled when Colin was back beside Boyd.
"You heard I was given an order," Bill put his arm around Doug, laid him down on the sheepskin and kissed him with great passion. One hand cupped Doug's waiting cock inside his boxers. Colin loved the sight and curled up in Boyd's arms.
The two grown-ups were naked in seconds. The situation and the whisky had removed any shyness from the men who had thought of this situation during the day. Bill spread his legs and gave Doug all the access he wanted when the man cupped Bill's big balls with one hand and squeezed them and tugged them. The result was that Bill's huge cock was stiffer than ever. His wet glans free from foreskin fitted well inside Doug's mouth, and to Colin's surprise Doug nearly swallowed the cock from the first moment. With an open mouth Colin watched his dad throat-fuck the man who took his huge cock with no problem. Then Bill turned around, and in 69 position, he showed Colin that even he could take a cock deep, but not as well as Doug.
"Open him for me, son." Bill had moved Doug to doggie position. Colin went over to Doug and started to rim him. Doug was in heaven when the small tongue was inside him.
Bill saw that Boyd was dripping through his boxers. He let all shyness fly away, went over to Boyd, stripped him from his boxers and put Boyd's wet cock in his mouth while giving him a heavy wank. Then he looked in Boyd's eyes and said, "Make the kid happy, Boyd. He's all yours."
When Bill returned to Doug, Colin licked his cock and then he gave him a small bottle. "This is Uncle George's special fucking cream," he said. "You are big, you know. Let it be nice for Doug." Bill had heard about this cream that they used on Colin's young friend when he lost his virginity on the last cottage weekend. He smeared some on Doug's arsehole before he very gently pushed his 9.5 inch (25 cm) very thick cock, into the man's waiting love hole. Very, very slowly he filled the man, all the way.
Doug whimpered. "Please just wait a little," Doug said, but then just a minute later, "Go on, I want you to fuck me as you fuck your son!"
Colin had, almost without knowing, been wanking himself, first slowly, then harder and faster, looking at his daddy fucking just half a metre from him. It was the first time he'd seen his daddy's cock like this, fucking another grown-up man. "It's hot," Colin said, "fucking hot!"
"You let me?" Boyd took over the wanking of Colin.
The boy turned around. "I want you to fuck me now," he said. "I want you to fuck me really hard while my father plays the gentleman with your brother." Colin was one big grin. Then he stood up on the sofa, with his arse close to Boyd's face.
"Please open me," he said, using his own hands to give Boyd's tongue access. Then he bent down and spat on the man's cockhead before he lowered himself on the pole, and pushed it all the way inside with one single movement. "Now fuck me from underneath. You don't have to be gentle." Colin was very clear and started the fuck himself.
"Fuck Doug for real now, Daddy. Doug is no vanilla guy. You can do him all the way, and bottom him as you do with me. Your cock is a beauty, Dad. You okay Doug? " Colin made Bill even more horny.
"Yes please sir, give me all you have now," Doug did the right thing. Colin saw that and smiled. Doug started to press his muscles around Bill's cockhead as Colin had told him. He knew that his `old man' wouldn't last long before he spunked off.
"You are not a vanilla guy either," Boyd screamed at Colin and used his cock from underneath like a hard piece of wood. He slammed his cock hard into the teenager. Then he continued with long forceful thrusts, before he started the slamming again. Colin had not felt an erection like that since Kasim fucked him on horseback in France.
Colin gasped, then shouted, "You are my stallion. My damn good stallion! I can't get enough of your cock. Makes me crazy!" Colin knew what buttons that made this horny Highlander give his very best before he started to spunk inside him.
Colin managed to raise himself off the dripping pole, took care of his own cock and started to blow his load, all over Doug and Bill. Some even reached Boyd. The situation was so sensual that Bill with more sound than normal erupted deep inside Doug. Bill had not been quite sure, but Doug had been through a series of orgasms underneath him. "You made me come at least three times," Doug nearly whispered. "Not possible. Not possible," he was completely exhausted, the sheepskin was all wet from his cum.
"A penny for your thoughts, baby?" Boyd whispered to Colin, but everybody could hear. "You are far away I can see." Colin had been sitting quiet for a long time, staring into the open fire.
"I guess he is really far away. In Norway, aren't you son? You see my friends, I have got a competitor. My dear son is in love with a Norwegian Viking prince." Bill was smiling. Colin was blushing. Bill loved him even more when he turned red. He was so cute, but Bill was very careful when makes jokes about the lad when other people were around.
The young man that could often be rather direct speaking did not answer. He just looked at Boyd, then he asked: "Tell me, Boyd. Is it possible to love a brother, and still love the man you want to share your life with?"
Boyd put one hand softly on Colin's head and stroked his hair. "It is indeed, dear. It is." The tough man's eyes were filled with tears when he met the eyes of his twin brother.
Two minutes later Colin slept on Boyd's lap. "A unique boy, this lad," Boyd looked at Bill. "Where did you find him?"
"I found him in a bus shelter," Bill smiled, then rose, lifted the boy in his arms and carried him to bed and put the blanket tight around him. Nothing more was said.
Some time later Bill woke up and looked at his son cuddled in front of him. Low light from the fireplace produced just some shadows in the cottage. The sound came from the bed on the other side of the room. "What's that?" Bill whispered to a still nearly sleeping Colin.
"Oh, it's just Doug getting his night fuck. He can't sleep without it," Colin answered and then went back in his own dreamland.
"A good habit, a really good habit." Bill had to pull Colin's hand away from his own stiffening cock.
To be continued